Chapter 81

Before Madam Pomfrey could force-feed him, Darren finally drank the potion on his own.

It was indeed the same kind Snape had brought last time.

The taste was not bad, and the efficacy was excellent.

After he drank the potion, Madam Pomfrey checked his body once more with her wand and said with a smile:

"Alright, child, you can be discharged now. Of course, if you want to stay here, you are welcome to."

"No, no, that would be a waste of medical resources!"

Darren hurriedly declined the invitation.

If he stayed in the hospital wing, how could he farm Saintly Points?

When he returned to the compartment, the bloodstains and such had already been cleaned up.

Even that werewolf didn't know where it had been taken; in any case, the compartment was empty.

He subconsciously looked toward the corner.

A little girl had been lying there earlier.

Now, she was nowhere to be seen.

"No need to look; when encountering such things, Slytherins always choose to protect themselves first."

Becky took a cup out of her trunk, tapped it with her wand, and a strange, glowing green liquid appeared inside.

"Drink it!"

She pushed the cup of liquid toward Darren.

Darren looked at her in confusion.

Was she trying to kill him?

"Poison. Drink it and your intestines will rot and you'll die!"

Becky snorted coldly.

Darren felt relieved; it should be fine.

However, when he picked it up, he still asked the system.

【Ding, a healing potion secretly brewed by the Greengrass family, has effects such as replenishing blood and accelerating healing.】

Hmm, this girl really is a tsundere.

Darren tilted his head back and gulped it all down.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't bitter.

He hadn't expected potions in the wizarding world to taste so good.

Becky was stunned.

She thought she would need to threaten him, or even explain what the potion was, before Darren would drink it.

Who knew that when she said it was poison, Darren would just drink it like that.

Was it trust that she couldn't possibly poison him, or...

The word 'love' is truly harmful.

She was silent for a moment before looking at Darren.

The little brat looked much better now; at the very least, the paleness of his cheeks from his injuries had completely vanished.

In its place was a rosy little face and bright green eyes.

A single cowlick stuck up stubbornly from his red hair, making one want to reach out and touch it involuntarily.

Hmm, the little brat is still somewhat cute.

It's just...

"You should have been able to understand what I said to you in the hospital wing!"

Becky said solemnly.

She didn't want this little brat to fall for her.

Life only happens once, and he shouldn't use his life to do these things.

Furthermore, even if he sacrificed his life, she could never become his lover.